OK mid-way packing and this somehow triggered old story. It's getting lesser and lesser and I feel so sad to see the perfume level dropping to it's bottom. It's not the most expensive that I own in my collection but I still remember how sincere he was when he handed it over to me and that particular day marked one of the happiest moments I had in my life. My god, I can still remember everything about him after all these years. To be honest, I still wonder what is he doing every day, why aren't we getting in touch (I think it's because we usually tell each other what we do every day then one day it just so happen that we stop doing this forever). I'm a freak, I hate my life why him -.-